Page 3 of No Strings Attached
Something soft brushes my lips several moments later and I blink awake to see Jamie sitting cross-legged across from me, a goofy smile lighting up his face. A small plate of cinnamon dough balls rests in his lap, a mug of hot cocoa steaming beside him. I snort, the sight yanking me back to when we first met, both of us fumbling through our dynamic—two Alphas, figuring out how to fit into society.
We soon realized we didn’t need to conform when it was just the two of us. That we could be…us.
I part my lips as he pushes the dough into my mouth. “I brought these ones. They’re not as messy,” he muses as he grabs another one and feeds it to me as well. I sit up a little, grinning as he finds joy in making me happy. He hands me the small mug, watching as I sip at it, a small line of chocolate coating my upper lip.
Those hazel eyes of his widen as I reach forward to set the mug on the nightstand and finish chewing. He’s so fucking adorable as he waits for me to settle again before running his thumb along my lip and offering the chocolate to me. I hold Jamie’s gaze as I suck the digit into my mouth, Jamie’s entire body going limp, a moan tearing from his throat.
I should have known that I wasn’t the only one affected by Mr. Hart’s asshole comments. “You feeling needy, babe?”
His face flushes red as he retrieves his thumb but I can tell just by the way his scent sweetens that he needs me just as much as I need him. I lean forward and ease the plate from his hands to set it aside. Slowly, I push him back onto the blankets and throw a leg over his waist, his cock thick against my pussy. We both groan at the contact as I lean down to kiss him, our tongues dancing together, my hips moving of their own accord.
He sighs into my mouth, a happy, content sound that has me wanting more. His hands settle on my waist as he rests his head back against a pillow, half-lidded eyes focused on my tits beneath my camisole. “Can you fuck me?” he murmurs.
Oh, my precious little Alpha. “Gladly.”
Jamie
A long, unfiltered moan falls from my lips as Olivia digs her fingers into my waist, my beautiful Alpha finally slipping that dildo into my ass, the squelch of lube easing the slide. It vibrates softly, providing stimulation to both us. Relief bleeds through me as the chaos in my head quiets, only thoughts of my Alpha running through my mind. We don’t do this often. Hell, we don’t have time, but goddess, it’s the one thing I look forward to. The moment when she consumes every part of me.
Her pupils are fully blown as I drag her down into another kiss, one of my hands tangling in her wavy strands. The other settles on her chest, kneading her tit in my palm, the darkness of her skin contrasting with my pale flesh. “My beautiful goddess,” I purr, tasting her lips as she pulls out and thrusts back into me. My back arches off the pillows and I reach down to grab my cock, stroking it in tandem with her thrusts.
I grew up being told I shouldn’t want this, that I needed to be in charge and in control 100% of the time. However, I’ve neverwanted that. I’ve never wanted anything more than moments like these, when I can give in or moments when I can provide for Olivia in ways that no one else can. We let each other be soft in a world that demands we be hard.
A grunt tears from my throat as she picks up her pace, that wild animalistic look in her eyes bleeding into pleasure. I clench up first, hating that I won’t last long to draw out this moment. Still, I squeeze my cock anyway, trying to stave off my release as she pounds into me.
“You take me so beautifully,” she murmurs against my mouth. Her lips trail down to my jaw, sucking as she goes. There will be marks there in the morning but fuck, I hope everyone will be able to see what she does to me. And then she sucks the bondmark on my shoulder into her mouth and I’m a goner.
I cry out as I spill between us, come coating our stomachs as she continues to thrust inside of me until she’s coming too, my Alpha collapsing on top of me. Her berry scent explodes through the air as she rolls onto her side, the dildo slipping out of my ass and leaving me empty all over again. I bite back the whine, though, watching as she discards the strap-on.
Despite my orgasm still running through me, I stumble over to the attached bathroom for a washcloth and warm water, returning to clean us both up until I’m satisfied. Had it been another time, I would have cleaned my Alpha up properly, with my tongue until she was squirming for another release.
“God, I never get tired of watching you fall apart,” Olivia whispers. She reaches out to me just as I discard the cloths on top of our clothes. She snuggles into my chest, my arms going around her shoulders as I hold her there. “Better, babe?” Her voice hums against my skin.
“Mmm, yes. Now, I get to hold you in your nest until we ultimately have to do something else. No work. No Mr. Hart.Just us. How’s that sound?” I press a kiss to her forehead, Olivia’s only response a mere nod.
Seconds later, her heavy breaths meet my ears, my beautiful Alpha finally relaxed. Goddess, I had no idea she was that tired. She feels perfect against me, like this is where we both belong, in a cloud of pillows. Just us, tangled in this secret space where she can be soft, where I can take care of her.
But my mind won’t stay quiet. It never does after moments like these, when we’re close and the world feels small. I keep thinking about her, about us, about what’smissing. We’ve been in love since we were teenagers, sneaking kisses behind the school gym, stealing moments in the back of my old pickup truck under the stars. We built Dane Productions from nothing, poured our hearts into every indie film, every late-night edit session. This nest, her haven, is part of that life we made together. I love that about her, the way she carves out her own rules. But lately, I see it in her eyes, that flicker of need she doesn’t say out loud. I’m not enough anymore. She needs something more, someone dominant who can meet her in a way I can’t.
And if I’m honest with myself, I need a dominance she can’t provide either. I hate it.
My chest aches with it, not from jealousy or anger but from wanting her to have everything. I’ve always wanted that—her happiness, her smile, the one that lights up her brown eyes and makes my heart stutter.
We’ve tried bringing others into our home, Alphas who seemed like they could fit. But it’s always the same. They either disrespect our bond, looking at me like I’m some obstacle to shove aside, or they try to control her, dimming her fire with their need to dominate.
The second I see discomfort in her face, I pull her out. No hesitation, no second chances. Not one of those Alphas have evermade it to that final step, to Olivia’s nest. My job is to make her smile, to keep her safe, but it’s getting harder. Every third we try leaves her frustrated, leaves us both wanting, and I hate it. I hate that I can’t be everything for her.
“Stop thinking about it, Jamie,” Olivia mumbles against me, her voice cutting through my spiral. She shifts a little and props herself up on one elbow, her eyes locking onto mine. “I’m okay.”
I shake my head, my fingers still tangled in her hair, the strands silky under my touch. “I’m going to find someone,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper. “They’re going to be perfect for you, okay?”
She snorts, a small smile tugging at her lips. “You’re perfect for me.”
I laugh, but it’s bittersweet, the sound catching in my throat. “And I’m not enough.” Her smile drops, and I rush on before she can argue, my hand sliding to cup her face. “No, it’s okay, love. I’m not mad. Never mad. If I could be that last puzzle piece for you, fuck, I would.”
The memories from years ago flood back, making me laugh. I tried to play the stern Alpha, pinning her down, growling orders like I’d seen in movies. It was awkward, like wearing boots two sizes too big.
She squirmed and not in the good way, her eyes wide with discomfort. We ended up laughing, tangled in the sheets, both admitting it wasn’t us. I’m not built for that. I love taking care of her. That’s my strength, my joy. But Olivia? Sometimes she wants to submit, to let go completely, to hand over the control she carries like armor.
